sinovels Chapter 343 Atlantis
Chapter 343 Atlantis
Chapter 343 Atlantis (Final Chapter)
Atlantis, the underground death row.
At this moment, Shirley truly became a god.
She did not inherit the position of a mid-level god left by Hades before his death, but she has already joined the ranks of true gods, and her potential is limitless.
As long as she survives, she will eventually grow into a high god and become a new Hades.
She merely glanced at the Sea Emperor's security captain.
The demigod felt as if his heart had been struck a heavy blow, his whole body trembled, and every bone in his body creaked, like a young animal stripped of its fur in the dead of winter.
He knelt down with a thud, unable to utter a single word.
Shirley murmured, "This is... the suppression of divine bloodline."
This Sea Emperor Security Captain is a demigod.
Due to the curse of divine blood, all demigods are suppressed by the bloodline of the gods.
He lowered his head so low that his forehead touched the ground, like a dog rolling over in submission.
Shirley lifted her foot and gently stepped on his head, then suddenly pressed down hard.
His head shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.
She frowned: "The suppression of divine bloodline is so severe."
Doesn't this mean that all demigods are like lambs to the slaughter in the presence of the gods?
There are quite a few demigods in the Zero Antique Shop.
The stench of blood permeated the death row, reaching the ears of the prisoners.
The imprisoned Earth-level and Demigod-level beings outside roared with excitement: "Good! Good! Well done!"
"These worthless scoundrels dare to imprison His Highness the Divine Child! They deserve to die!"
Excited eyes were fixed on the door of the innermost cell.
A foot in a high heel stepped out, followed by a shapely, long leg encased in haute couture trousers.
As expected, she was the last woman to be brought in.
The prisoners went mad.
"Let me out! Let me out now!"
"I'm going crazy in this dark and gloomy place!"
"Get out! I want my freedom!"
They were like a group of angry, frantic chimpanzees, desperately pounding and banging on the cell door. The sounds of pounding, roaring, and crying intertwined into a noisy symphony that annoyed Shirley.
Shirley's eyes showed displeasure as she asked softly, "Tell me, what are you going to do after you get out?"
Excitement gleamed in the prisoners' eyes.
"Slaughter all the rotten fish and shrimp in Atlantis!"
"Peeing on Poseidon's temple! Hahahaha! Peeing!"
"Play with women! Play with women hard!"
"I will go to the mortal realm! I will create a nation and be the king for all ages!"
They became more and more excited and frantic as they spoke, as if freedom was within reach and the whole world was bowing down to them.
Xia Li listened quietly.
She raised her fair chin, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile, like a cold moon hanging in the night sky.
She whispered two words: "Wrong."
For an instant.
All sounds are silent.
All the prisoners were stunned, as if someone had grabbed them by the throat.
They stared blankly at the woman standing in the center of the death row cell, not understanding what she meant.
Shirley's gaze swept over the cells, like a queen inspecting a group of unruly servants.
"You should—"
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She paused, then the corners of her mouth slowly widened, revealing a dangerous yet alluring smile.
"Submit to me."
The death row was completely silent.
Even the sound of breathing disappeared.
This woman is so domineering.
Shirley's domineering nature was innate.
When she first gained immortality, she was able to utter such arrogant words as "the Xia family will have no descendants in the future".
Her worldview was as simple as Jiang Chaosheng's.
Jiang Chaosheng divides everything into useful and useless, while Xia Li's worldview is:
What belongs to her, and what is destined to be destroyed by her.
One of the prisoners shouted, "I am willing to submit!"
Shirley scoffed, "A bunch of idiots with muddled brains, what use are you?"
The next second, black Netherworld Flames burst into flames in each cell.
Screams, curses, and pleas for mercy filled the air.
Shirley's eyes were bloodshot, her vampire fangs were bared, and her hands transformed into demonic claws.
The blood and qi of the prisoners in each cell rushed uncontrollably toward her, quickly turning into dried corpses, which were then burned to ashes by the Netherworld Fire.
Shirley's eyes gleamed with a scarlet light.
As long as she keeps absorbing the blood of the strong, she can keep growing stronger.
Hades's progenitor vampire bloodline intertwined with the life-level elevation brought about by his godhood, forming an unprecedented path of evolution—
Drink blood, get stronger. Drink blood again, get stronger again.
There are no bottlenecks, and no upper limits.
Perhaps, his future achievements will surpass those of Hades.
Because Hades's higher godhood is only the lower limit of her efforts.
This is a fairly simple and straightforward path to becoming stronger.
Shirley's smile was wide and bright, like an eternal night queen about to ascend to the highest position.
A thunderous roar erupted from all directions: "Those with divine abilities are forbidden from entering Atlantis!"
Shirley looked up at the sky and squinted: "Poseidon—the gentleman's enemy."
She could sense that Poseidon's power far surpassed her own, yet she never flinched in battle.
If a person only dares to bully the weak and doesn't even have the courage to draw their sword against the stronger, they will never become a strong person in their lifetime.
She sneered, "I'll use you as a test subject."
A pair of enormous, thin bat wings popped out from his waist.
With a tremor of her wings, she transformed into a streak of light and broke through the death cell.
The angry shout continued: "Kill all the intruders!"
The ten mermaid guardians on the city wall opened their eyes at the same time.
Like eagles in the sky, their sharp eyes precisely locked onto Baron Tulip and the Wolf King, who were hiding in the city of Atlantis.
The mermaid guard stammered, "Yes, Father."
Ten streaks of light rushed toward the alley.
The wolf king was in so much pain that he was almost unconscious, but he gritted his teeth and said to Baron Tulip, "You find a way to take my wolf cubs away, and I'll hold them off."
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Baron Tulip gave a wry smile: "You know nothing about power."
The wolf king was stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, his eyes filled with desolation.
Before today, he thought he was at the top of the world. Now, having met a truly strong person, he feels so weak that he feels disgusted with himself.
I can't stop them myself; I can't stop those monsters at all.
The ten mermaid guards were less than 100 meters above the ground.
The wolves of Southern Europe transformed into werewolves and howled at the sky, determined to die fighting rather than accept defeat.
The zombie butlers of the Seven Stars Group abandoned the werewolves and fled in all directions.
The mermaid guard gave a disdainful smile: "It's the fleeing fry that are interesting."
Several beams of light descended from the sky, and the zombie stewards were blasted to smithereens before they could even scream.
Suddenly, the mermaid guards looked on in horror and disbelief at another group of "miscellaneous fish".
The Wolf King also turned his head blankly to look at Baron Tulip beside him.
Baron Tulip himself was utterly shocked, and he shakily raised his hand to examine himself, as if unsure if it was still him.
He could feel his bloodline had changed.
A fiery power was devouring the impurities in his body; although his body was still cold, he could feel the heat.
His momentum was rising steadily.
Baron Tulip, hunched over like a roasting shrimp, couldn't help but let out a scream.
A pair of thin, bat-like wings on his back instantly tore the burgundy suit apart, exposing it to the air.
A terrifying surge of spiritual energy rippled through the dimly lit alley.
Peak demigod level.
He raised his head and looked towards the death row, murmuring, "Mother—"
He is his mother's bloodline, and has the blood of the progenitor of vampires flowing through his veins.
As the ancestor's life level was elevated, his bloodline also benefited.
But pain followed—hunger drove him crazy.
He is not Shirley, nor is he the world's first vampire; the side effects of this elevation in life level have followed.
He needs a hearty meal, a large supply of energy, to quell the hunger.
His gaze quickly locked onto the ten mermaid guards.
He let out a strange cry and pounced on them like a mad beast.
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